Queen Amangst The Heather Lyrics - Andy M. Stewart

As I roved out one fine summer's morn 

'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains 

Wha should I spy but a fair young maid 

As I wi' others was out a hunting 

No shoes nor stockings did she wear 

And neither had she cap nor feather 

But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair 

The gentle breeze blew 'round her shoulders 

I said, "Braw lass why roam your lane? 

Why roam your lane amang the heather?" 

She said, "My father's awa' frae hame 

And I'm herding a' his yowes thegether" 

I said, "Braw lass gin ye'll be mine 

And care tae lie in a bed o' feather 

In silks and satins you shall shine 

Ye'll be my queen amang the heather" 

She said, "Kind sir your offer's fine 

But I'm afraid 'twas meant for laughter 

For I see you are some rich squire's son 

And I am but a poor shepherd's daughter" 

"But had ye been a shepherd loon 

Herding yowes in yonder valley 

Or had ye been the plooman's son 

Wi' a' my heart I could a' loo'd thee" 

I've been tae balls and I've been tae halls 

I've been tae London and Balquidder 

But the bonniest lass that e'er I saw 

Was herding yowes amang the heather